I shoved past someone as I ran and didn't even bother looking back to see if they fell.
Lila kept pace beside me.
Naomi didn't.
The sounds behind us swelled louder with every second—boots hammering concrete, people shouting over each other, radios screeching with static and half-finished orders.
I didn't need to turn around to know they were gaining.
I shoved past another figure—
A soldier this time.
"MOVE IT!!" I screamed.
My shoulder slammed into his chest hard enough to spin him sideways.
—
The man hit the ground awkwardly, elbow scraping across concrete before he rolled onto his back with a grunt.
For a second, all he could do was stare.
Three figures disappearing into the crowd.
Fast.
Panicked.
Dangerous.
"What the fuck…?"
Before he could even stand properly, more people rushed past him from behind—armed men, soldiers, civilians yelling over each other.
One nearly stepped on his hand.
"Watch it—!"
Nobody listened.
